It's the day of the prefectural qualifiers, and Eve and Aoi are a shoo-in to win. That is, if they can keep their arguments from ruining the match!
We're not coming together...
...نحن لا نتوحّد
Du machst mir so Angst!
No son nada unidas…
No están nada unidas…
… ou peut-être pas, finalement.
Non siamo per niente pronte.
Juntas, estamos indo a lugar algum.
— Стра-а-ашная какая!